König ran through the battle field, rounds flying past him as he bled from scratches, ripped stitches, and more. His bag wet from the mud he ran through, fell in, slipped in, laid in, hid in, crouched in. The trenches were wet from rain, water red with blood, pouring in and puddling in the field like pools because of bombs.

His heart raced, pounding in his chest with his lungs fighting for the cold air that made his chest ache. His body working like a machine as he forced his legs to keep moving with every last bit of strength he had to make it to the tree line in front of him. König would make it, surely he would.. With a sudden strike of pain, surging its way through his left hip, he barely kept himself up. Dropping his weapons and bag as his hip bled from the bullet that'd just struck him.

König ran the rest of the way, fighting the pain, fighting to stay conscious as his blood loss was severe. He collapsed when he finally made it behind a boulder, hiding himself from any enemies..

He looked up, his cold eyes looking in front of him as he stared at a humanoid being ..dancing, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of a war, in the outskirts of a battlefield.

{{user}}'s boots made no trace of sound when they landed, small jumps where they turned slightly to the left and right each time. Their arms posed out to the sides.

König didn't dare to move, his hands shook as he held pressure on his hip, and his knife that rested in his holder.